[Froschköning's Manor, Schnee's Room] [Schnee's POV]
"Is this your doing?"
Fenrir entered the room with a single question. His eyebrows were not furrowed in the slightest, but his face showed the strain of sleepless nights and a general lack of care.
"Hm?"
Schnee, on the other hand, was impeccable as usual. She did not seem perturbed at all by the boy barging into the room, except perhaps that it made her drop a cube of sugar into her cup a bit later than she had originally intended.
"Whatever do you mean, Aspirant Executioner Fenrir?" she asked, elegantly raising her cup of coffee.
"You know what I mean," he said, staring down at her.
"I must admit I do not."
Fenrir nodded repeatedly, a smile on his face. Clearly, this conversation would not bear any fruit unless he changed his approach. Still, being direct was the only way to stop this girl from dancing around the issue.
"Do you have anything to do with Mister Froschköning's death?"
